------------Off the heels of Path to Destiny, TCW arrives here in Atlanta, Georgia, the Philips Arena anticipating a great TCW Warzone. The feeling in the air is intense as our commentary trio highlight The Brian Kendrick's trump over Ryback on Sunday to tonight where he faces John Cena. Booker T moves further up the card as they address the first of many weekly TV Title defenses here in TCW Warzone. Again, almost on cue, Lilian Garcia begins to speak as Far From Over hits the P.A. System.

The fans let out a chorus of boos as Wade makes his way out from behind the velvet curtain. Dressed in dark blue jeans and a sleeveless black T-shit with "Barrett Barrage" printed in white letters outlined in gold with a sword impaling both Bs. As he steps forward onto the stage, he glances down at the Television Title in his hand and throws it over his shoulder before continuing down the ramp. He steps into the ring with a smirk on his face as he receives the microphone in his free hand. Wade lets the crowd jeer him as he begins to speak.

"Thank you for that kind introduction Ms. Garcia. You people could learn a few things about manners from her. Now if I may state myself once more for you all, ladies and gentleman, my name is Wade Barrett. And I am your Total Championship Wrestling Television Champion!"

The crowd jeers as Wade raises the title high into the air. He lets out a chuckle before letting the belt fall back down, draping to the ring mat. Barrett then slings it back over his shoulder before raising the microphone to his lips again.

"Now this is what I accomplished at TCW Path to Destiny. And though I walked out of that match entertained with the fact that I am the first man to hold a title in this company, I did not accomplish my goal. However, my goal is not one easily achieved, it is not something that can be grasped within only a month, my hope in humanity is not that high. And tonight, I will continue on my goal. I will continue on my path to a brand new world, where lies are dead in the water. The war I have on deceit is far from over. And tonight, another battle will rage and casualties will be taken. I have no need to insult you Mr. Riley, nor do I feel like I should. However, Alex.....I've made my point before on lies. We had an encounter before Path to Destiny, where you desired for my title match to be changed to fit your agenda. I gave you an offer Alex, an offer to help you achieve retribution on Dean Ambrose. You denied that offer, and that is no matter to me Alex, I have been on the ends of deals both successful and those that failed. However Mr. Riley.....you lied to me, straight to my god damn face. You told me, and I quote word for word, "this isn't a world where people like you prevail. In the end, people who take the wrong route always fall behind."

Wade just looks down at the ground and shakes his head in disappointment. He smirks and looks back up at the crowd before turning to the back. Throwing the title off his shoulder to the ground, Wade cracks his knuckles before raising the microphone as he lets out an audible sigh.

"Alex, you are stuck in your world of lies. You think this world is full of honest people? Full of those who get ahead only with how they got their on the right path? That is a laughable belief Alex, though I wish it was true. I truly do Alex. You see tonight, that title that I just threw to the ground means nothing. Alex, you are the perfect method to teach these people to throw away their masks and break out of the world of lies and the stained glass walls they build up around themselves. I will teach these people that lies exist, that they are are the center of our culture, which makes me pity this world. You said that people who take the wrong route in life always fall behind......I wonder, how do you think politics work Alex? You think that whenever some bullshit politician in a suit and tie with notes wrote for him by his workers about issues he pretends to care about is being honest when he's up at the podium? You think Mitt Romney is being honest when he says about what he's going to do to try and fix this country? You think any one of them is honest? The answer to all three of those questions, is no. This world is run by liars and scum. The people who end up being in charge of this country get there and work off of lies and hollow promises. Those who actually try end up failing due to the lies of someone else."

Wade lowers the microphone and steps over to his title. He looks down with disgust before gripping the strap and throwing it over his shoulder again before stepping out of the ring and at the bottom of the ramp. He raises the microphone once more and begins to speak with an irritated tone.

"Alex, I am sorry for your misfortune, I honestly am, but I will have to use you as an example. I am truly sorry for that. But tonight, someone has to be a casualty of the Barrett Barrage's war on lies. If it turns out that casualty is me, then so be it, and I will continue to prove my point without a brass ring wrapped around my waist or hung on my shoulder. If it happens to be you Riley, then I take another step towards winning this war. So I wish you good luck tonight Alex, I do. Tonight, I don't fight for this title, I haven't fought for this title since I arrived, nor do I think I ever will. I fight to make all you liars out there feel shamed into stepping out of the closet and into the light of truth. Whether I have this title or not to do it is irrelevant."

Wade is quick to toss the microphone back into the ring the moment he finishes speaking. Staring down at the Television Title and just shaking his head, Wade begins back up the ramp before stopping at the stage and stepping over to the edge. He looks out to the crowd and screams that the lies will stop before heading to the back, the title dragging along the ground and Barrett muttering under his breath incensed.

The mood in the arena could never be duplicated. A mix of excitement of seeing the collection of the greatest wrestlers in the world, nostalgia of hearing legends in the business speak their minds, and the promise of new horizons being brought by future stars in the business - reverberated throughout the arena.

The commentators were chattering about the verbal bombs dropped by Wade Barrett, and whether we'd still see Alex Riley tonight, to offer a rebuttal.

Lillian Garcia had returned to the ring, front-and-center, with the microphone in hand. The chatter of the audience began to die down in anticipation, as the commercial break neared its close. Visual cues from the camera man signaled to Lillian. Three. Two. One. Action.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Alex Riley!"

Such a short, sweet introduction. There were no accolades to announce for Alex Riley. Nonetheless, when "Hero" by Skillet started playing Alex Riley burst onto the stage, full of energy. Apparently, letting Ric Flair act as a mouthpiece about all the things he knew he should clear his mind of, worked tremendously in clearing A-Ry's mind and attitude. He looked like a fierce competitor who's ferocity was masked by a smile, and high-fives to the kids in the front rows, wearing their "A-Ry:The Show" T-shirts. Riley entered the ring and got the microphone from Lillian and got right down to business.

"Wade Barrett. The Barrett Barrage. The war on lies. The war on deceit. The war on all of our attention spans! *The crowd produce a pop at this humor.* And who is it all fronted by? Who represents "truth" in this world, but Wade Barrett? The man who follows the path of treachery to try and "prove" something? To try and rid the world of lies by beating up cameramen and physically bullying the TCW management? Let me give you all a second to let this sink in - Wade Barrett and the Barrage are nothing but a politician and a campaign! Very similar to the politicians he referenced just minutes ago! Wade Barrett isn't honest! Wade Barrett is a hypocrite!"

Alex Riley lowers the microphone from his mouth and walks forward to the ropes, leaning forward onto them to get comfortable. It's evident he's just getting warmed up.

"Wade, let me ask you something. When you were just trying to explain to me about the "world of lies" did it ever come into attention exactly who you were talking to? Don't try to tell me that going down your path is what leads you to victory! All of my life, I have stood for what I believe in! I have stood for taking the right path! And do you see where it's gotten me? It's gotten my name in lights! I have the opportunity to perform in front of millions of fans screaming my name, and booing you! Who did you beat whilst following your path of treachery? Dean Ambrose? Don't even get me started on him, as he stands for much worse than you! Beating him means nothing in the battle of good and evil!"

Alex Riley shifts his position again. The crowd is livid, and he soaks it in for a few seconds. He eyes certain members of the crowd, causing women to shriek, children to cheer, and men to chant*A-Ry! A-Ry! A-Ry!*. Alex Riley raises the microphone back to his mouth, a certain glare in his eyes, such that he was feeling every word he said and every fiber of hope from the audience.

"You have what I want, Wade Barrett. The TV Title. What everyone in the back wants, and what everyone in the back will likely get a chance to fight over. And whoever walks out of our match tonight the victor, will have a huge target painted on their back. Now, you know me, I already have a target on my back. There are tons of guys back there who think I'm just a confused soul, who can only hope to make a difference. But I'm not out to make a difference. I'm here to make sure things stay just how they're destined to stay! With the Alex Riley's standing high and proud over the Wade Barrett's! And what the Wade Barrett's of the world think is that destroying me and what I stand for, can change the tides in their favor! And perhaps, that's right. Perhaps, I'm the man that stands in the way of the insidious cretins of the world having their destiny fulfilled! Perhaps I'm THE MAN! And like Ric Flair always said, 'To be the man, you gotta beat the man!' And to that I say to you Barrett, and all those like you... Have fun trying!"

As A-Ry exited the ring, he continues motioning a mock title around his waist. Alex Riley had one thing in mind tonight. To cripple the Barrett Barrage.

Earlier on tonight we saw a brief confrontation between tag team partners, CM Punk and Antonio Cesaro, Punk knows he can go out to the ring and get these fans pumped for the tag team TCW series match which he is in later, so that's exactly what Punk does.

A static sound echoes around the arena followed by a quick few beats of a drum and just as the guitar riff kicks in, Living Colours classic 'Cult of Personality blasts through the P.A system...

"Look in my eyes... What do you see?... The Cult of Personality!"

As the lyrics sing out loud with some of the fans in attendance here in Atlanta. Punk walks from behind the curtain with his hands on his hips, he gazes at all the fans and nods his head, Punk then slowly walks down the ramp.

Lillian Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome... C..M..Punk!

The fans go absolutely nuts after they heard Punks name, as Punk makes it to the bottom of the ring he takes his hands off of his hip, walks up the steps and climbs up the turn-buckle, Punk raises his arms and screams:

"BEST IN THE WOORRLLLD!!"

CM Punk then hops in to the ring, he walks over to Lillian and smiles at her as she hands him the microphone, Punk strokes his beard a few times before he begins to talk.

"Atlanta, Atlanta, Atlanta, so much memorable moments from this city, of course one being the home of WCW at one point. Anyway, I've come out here to give my two cents in regards to my tag team match with Antonio Cesaro, yeah we exchanged words earlier as you may have seen but I took it upon myself to come out here and address you fans personally. Reason being I don't often come out here as I'm usually backstage and goofing around, until the time comes where I will step up my game and get myself ready for when it's time to take care of business. Now before I take a moment to discuss my tag team match, I would like to say that soon and very soon in the next couple of weeks, the 'CM Punk Era' and the order of business will all come out and it'll be the beginning of chaos and disorder[Punk said very seriously]."

Punk moves the microphone away and for a short time to catch his breath and to ponder what he will say next, Punk's words hit hard with the fans in attendance as they are in somewhat confusion and thinking of what Punks plans are, even the IWC geeks are on their cellphones and browsing the dirt sheets for any clues on what it is. As Punk has finished thinking, he moves the microphone towards his mouth and speaks once more:

"So on to tonight, despite me and Cesaro disliking each other, I do believe we will make a dominant team, I can see the outcome of the match and that is the both of us standing with our hands raised, the fans screaming off the top of their lungs and then BOOM out of nowhere I hit that idiotic excuse of a wrestler Cesaro with the Go To Sleep and you can bet your ass I will do it and I would suggest Aksana to maybe join me, because I am THEEBest in the World![Punk Smiles] and also..."

Just before Punk could finish what he was going to say, Antonio Cesaro's music hits. His theme music loudly blasts out of the sound speakers as Antonio Cesaro wastes little time as he appears on the main stage, his hands behind his back as the camera pans all around him, he looks down into the ring and merely shakes his head, disappointed in CM Punk. Aksana was not with him at this point in time as he wanted to go out here on his own. His hands are then quickly removed from behind him as he walks on forward, staring on down into the ring as Lillian Garcia quickly stands up at ring side and introduces him to the world.

Antonio Cesaro walks on forward as he reaches the ring steps, he just looks up at them as he walks up them and stands on the ring apron, he then walks across the ring apron and then slides into the ring and then climbs up onto the turnbuckle as he stares out at the crowd, adjusting himself as he throws his heavy jacket off and then points at himself, mocking CM Punk.

Antonio Cesaro:GREATEST IN THE WOORRLLLD!

Antonio Cesaro then smirks as he drops down from the turnbuckle and turns around and faces CM Punk, he then walks right past him and nudges his shoulder right into him as he then leans out of the ring and his handed a microphone. With the microphone in his hand he then moves back into the middle of the ring and stands beside his tag team partner for tonight, CM Punk. Antonio Cesaro would just look down at him and smirk as he then stares out into the crowd and begins to speak.

Antonio Cesaro: Atlanta, do not listen to what CM Punk has to say, he has suffered a serious head injury if he believes anything worth remembering has happened here. Atlanta is a dump, plain and simple, but after tonight it will be remembered for one thing and one thing only. Atlanta will be remembered for the time where the greatest in the world and the best in the world teamed up for one time only and earned a well-deserved victory. CM Punk may think he can walk out here and say and do whatever he pleases, but he has forgotten his place and his place is at my side and nowhere else. We are tag team partners and we have to do things as a tag team, and so CM Punk may be out here getting you all hyped up, getting you all screaming and chanting his name, but I am going to put things straight, I am going to tell you people how it is. After tonight, after it is all said and done, you won’t be chanting CM Punk, you will be chanting Antonio Cesaro!

The fans would quickly turn on Antonio Cesaro and start to boo him. This does not affect him at all, but CM Punk just lowers his microphone and looks at Antonio Cesaro with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as the fans are on his side. Antonio Cesaro would not even look at his partner as he cuts the fans off by speaking back down into the microphone.

Antonio Cesaro: Chant his name all you want, it will not bother me. We all know I don’t like him and he does not like me, but we are partners so deal with it. We have to get along tonight, because I will not be getting beaten by that oddball pairing of Doink The Clown and Derrick Bateman. Just like CM Punk I believe we have the makings to be the greatest team that ever walked the earth, but I have had partners before in the past and they have always held me back and I am not looking for that to happen again. As great as CM Punk thinks he is, to me he is just dead weight and I don’t want him dragging me down with him. After tonight I am moving up the table, I am getting my points and moving one step closer to the championship that right fully belongs to me. CM Punk can stand here and pull faces, he can insult me and threaten me but at the end of the day we all know that he will not lay a hand on me because there is so much on the line. We have other threats to deal with, we have to deal with Doink The Clown and Derrick Bateman…and then after that is done with, after we defeat them if you have a problem with me CM Punk then and only then we can settle things.

Antonio moves the microphone away as he looks up at Punk still standing there with an eyebrow raised and even more so his arms folded. Punk licks his lips, unfolds his arms and raises the microphone he has in his right hand.

"I don't think you understand sarcasm do you? Because it's pretty clear when I mentioned WCW and quickly moved on to a different subject that I wasn't in no way being serious, everybody knows WCW was a complete joke that was left to run by an egotistical douche-bag named Hulk Hogan and his posse of clowns, more noticeably Scott Hall and Kevin Nash who formed the New World Order. But let's get back to you... You think that's funny mocking my entrance? I guess the only reason you chose to do that is because you're entrance is pretty dull and boring, much like your personality and your voice which all of these people are sick and tired of hearing [fans cheer]. See they agree with me and that's because I always speak the truth, I don't dick around spouting out useless crap to get these loyal fans on my side, it's purely because I am myself, not a phoney and nor a fake. So let me finish by saying, for one I am not dead weight [CM Punk looks at himself] and secondly, me dragging you down? Is that some sort of humour on your behalf? [Punks voice begins to raise and his facial expression changes to a slight frown and angry look] I DO NOT say 'I am the best in the world' and put it on a t-shirt for the sake of it, I SAY IT because I damn sure mean it and tonight, I'm going to show you how it's done when I kick Derrick Bateman and Doinks asses in this very ring and then you will know how real I really am."

CM Punk throws the microphone down on the floor and a huge popping and almost thudding like sound bounces around the arena. Punk gets right in Antonio's face as they have a stare down for a few second. Punk then shoulder barges Cesaro back from when he did it to Punk just a little earlier on. Antonio Cesaro merely looks at CM Punk as he then raises his hand and brushes his shoulder and then places a hand on CM Punk and pulls him back to him as he speaks back down into the microphone.

Antonio Cesaro: CM Punk we will see who is the best wrestler in the world and that will be decided tonight. Only myself and you can lay claim to that title, but I will only allow one of us to have it. Make no mistake about it Punk, I know that we are both going to work together tonight and I know that we have this tag team match in the bag, but whomever scores the pinfall tonight will truly be the best in the world…and CM Punk…and everyone else here…you are looking at the best in the world, Derrick Bateman and Doink the Clown have no idea what’s coming their way. Antonio Cesaro is the past… Antonio Cesaro is the present… Antonio Cesaro is the future and you will allow do well to remember that.

Antonio Cesaro then drops his microphone and shoves CM Punk out of his way as his theme music plays, Antonio Cesaro raises his arms in the air and then grabs his jacket and slides out of the ring, he looks at CM Punk and just smirks at him as he walks up the rampway, leaving his tag team partner staring daggers at him. Antonio Cesaro stands at the rampway and screams out one last time, “Greatest In The World” taking one more chance to mock CM Punk as TCW goes to commercial.

With TCW returning from a commercial break, the camera focuses on the large Titantron at the top of the ramp. The screen changes from the promotion’s logo to a mysterious figure. The figure stands, facing the floor in complete darkness, before proceeding to talk:

"Your lives revolve around reaching the top. You strive to reach the pinnacle, you dream of being rich, of being famous, of having everyone know our name. Second best is not an option for you all. You cannot settle for anything less than perfection and yet, you simply cannot reach the high standards that you all set for yourself. I laugh at your pathetic attempts to reach greatness. The hours of blood, of sweat, of tears that you put in to life to try to become legendary. Your abject failure to be defined as the greatest that ever lived. Your misery as you struggle to break free from the shackles of mediocrity. I pity you, for you all miss the ‘It Factor’ required to make it to the top."

"Total Championship Wrestling falls into this category. They miss that spark, that brilliance to take the company to the next level. They lack a truly spectacular champion to write their name in the history books as the greatest promotion of all time. They lack that ‘It Factor’ to redefine professional wrestling as we know it."

"Until Now."

"I have dominated every company that I have wrestled in. I have taken every promotion across the world and single handily dragged them up from local jokes to global sensations. You talk of home favourites such as AJ Styles, Jeff Jarrett, Sting, and yet you are blind to the fact that Total Nonstop Action would have been nothing without me. You don’t believe me? Who was their longest reigning champion?"

"And that is my goal in TCW. I aim not only to reach the top of the company, but to dominate every single competitor in the promotion. You can cheer for your favourites. John Cena, The Rock, Brock Lesnar. But you will soon learn that even the quickest, strongest, toughest of your heroes cannot stand in my way of becoming TCW’s Heavyweight Champion."

"And when all is said and done, humanity will look back across time for the one figure that defines perfection. It will not be you, no; there will be only one name on their lips"

The lights flicker on in the background and the mysterious figure looks up, directly at the camera.

"Robert Roode."

The introduction of Roode is greeted with a chorus of boos and a ‘you suck’ chant starts up in the arena. Roode laughs at the camera, before the Titantron returns to the TCW logo.

The WarZone had made it's way into one of the many homes of professional wrestling, Atlanta. The superstars were just as hyped as the fans coming right off the exciting pay per view, Path of Destiny. Derrick Bateman had took an even bigger leap in the TCW Series and The Brian Kendrick had entered in the series by an outstanding win over Ryback. One match that happened kept the crowd on edge and that was Wade Barrett versus Dean Ambrose. Barrett ended up walking out TCW Television Champion and there hasn't been a word from Ambrose since the major loss.

The crowd was eager for the next superstar to make their appearance, but that eagerness soon turned to sighs and boo's from the live crowd as Ambrose made his way onto the titan tron. He wasn't his usual self, seemingly pulling onto his hair and not even staring at the camera. A scream can be heard off camera and Dean took notice by standing up immediately and rushing in anger over to the scream. It's revealed that the scream came from a bound Layla. She was tied to a chair as Ambrose began to untie her. She rubbed her wrists after being tied for so long and so tight. Dean's facial expression told his disappointment and Layla took pleasure in it by chuckling to herself. Suddenly, Dean's eyes changed and anger filled them as he grabbed a hold of Layla by her throat who was still smiling. He points his finger in her face and begins to speak.

"WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING!? You think last Sunday was funny!? [The crowd cheers as Layla shakes her head "Yes".] You wanna know what's so funny? Instead of getting the rematch I rightfully deserve after bringing Barrett to the promise land, I get placed in a tag team match with a Deadman, a hippie, and a *bleep*ing pirate! Am I some kind of joke to these people!? This is exactly why my revolution is happening! To rid this business of pathetic excuses that call themselves professional wrestlers! But guess who does get my title shot!? Your failure of a boyfriend! Instead of fighting to get his girlfriend back, he'd rather fight for championships! I want him lying motionless before me! Damnit, I need it! [Layla's smile disappears]. I need to prove my point and that's the only way how. Alex Riley must fall, so that you can see what kind of man he is. But you know what? I'm tired of talking. There is no hope for anybody in this business anymore. They have pissed off the wrong martyr! Tonight, I will make my statement and if you don't believe me, then sit back and watch. You'll see why they call me "The Most Dangerous Man in TCW!" Everyone in the back had better take notice because I'm no laughing matter! I'm a ticking time bomb and you have run out of time."

Dean dropped his hand from Layla's throat and began to walk away, leaving Layla untied and alone. The camera follows Ambrose, who slams a door shut and begins to lock it, leaving Layla trapped yet again. He walks through a dark hallway with the camera barely able to follow Ambrose. Finally, a light is seen ahead and personnel can be seen walking past the hallway. Dean pulled his hood up over his head and began to make his way through the backstage area, passing drink machines, catering area, and even Arn Anderson who gets a slight pop from the fans. Ambrose walks slightly past the former Four Horsemen before stopping in his tracks. Dean turns his head and sees Arn talking to an agent and out of nowhere, leaps towards Anderson! Ambrose tackles Arn to the ground and begins to lay into him with lefts and rights! The agents rush over and try to pull him off, but Ambrose stands up and pulls out a railroad spike! He threatens to stab anyone who touches him. The agents back away slowly as Dean returns to laying his fists into Arn's skull! The crowd is in shock as Ambrose seems to have finally completely lost it.

Arn's glasses lay beside him, the lens' smashed and the frame bent all to hell. He breaths heavily as the blood comes pouring from his possible broken nose. Dean lets out a laugh for the first time in the night and grabs Arn by his shirt, pulling him closer. He puts his mouth to Arn's ear and begins to whisper something which the camera catches very slightly.

"Tell Nature Boy I said, "Run" . . ."

The camera doesn't pick up the rest of the sentence as Ambrose throws Arn back down to the ground. Arn is motionless and seemingly unconscious after that brutal beating. Dean stands up with a grin on his face and looks to the camera. He stares into it and continues to grin as the crowd boo's as loud as ever. Dean backs away and shoves the camera from him and disappears around a corner. The camera points down to the fallen Horsemen before fading to commercial.

0/0/0Bryan looks down at the match card and reads his match. "WHAT! NO! NO! NO! I should be competing for title. I shouldn't be stuck on the throwaway match that NOBODY cares about. NO! NO! NO! Just have a look at my pathetic opponents . Seth Rollins is a NXT wannabe who can't even win a match. When he realized that WWE was going to keep him in NXT he ran for the hills. YES! YES! YES! He was the first NXT champion......by beating Jinder Mahal.......Very impressive". Bryan rolls his eyes and goes back to speaking. "So when NXT didn't work out, he tried running to where the pro wrestlers are, oh and Chris Jericho, TCW. So when I make Seth tap out, he will crawl on his knees back to WWE to kiss creatives ass! YES! YES! YES! Chris Jericho, well what's left to say about him. He leaves after winning one pay per view match out of 7 at WWE and comes to TCW after promising to go back. Chris is pathetic and worthless. Unlike myself, because I am a vegan. That makes me better than all of you. Chris Jericho is a lying hypocrite who will never beat me. The thing is, Chris Jericho and Seth Rollins may say that I was on NXT why Chris Jericho was a pro. Well I was put straight on the main shows RAW and Smackdown instantly. So Seth, Chris watch your back because I'm going to make YOU TAP! YES! YES ! YES! YES! YES! Daniel Bryan calmed himself down and picked up his phone. It took a second for the person to answer. Daniel Bryan: Hello, AJ, I have a proposition. NO! Not proposal, a proposition. I would like to formally invite you to manage me here in TCW. I think it's time we get our relationship back on track. AJ: Oh Danny, I would do anything for you. I love you and I would......Daniel Bryan puts his hand over the phone as he laughed at what AJ had said. Daniel Bryan: Ok then I'll see you there, oh and AJ, I love you. Daniel Bryan hung up the phone laughing at the hysterical screams of happiness from AJ. The camera switch off with Daniel Bryan yelling YES!

------------I wonder why you have to say something a million times before it sinks into someone's head. No matter how many times it's repeated, some people just don't get it. Ever wonder why that is?

The fans await the next episode of TCW Mayhem when the Titantron begins rolling. A male voice asks for conformation and is told yes as the camera moves. The fans begin booing as the bearded face of Wade Barrett appears on screen. Wade, still dressed in his jeans and sleeveless T-shirt, takes a few steps around the inner hallways of the Philips Arena. Noticing the sound from the arena, he raises his finger asking for quiet. After a few moments, the crowd finally grant his request.

"Thank you ladies and gentleman of the TCW Universe. I don't ask for your attention right now, if you so desire to, you can put your television on mute and I would not care in the slightest. Instead, I feel the need to repeat what I had to do with Dean Ambrose, and that is address my opponent on being incorrect. And I feel, as a tribute to one Matt Striker, I shall welcome Mr. Riley to the classroom, where it is time for the lesson of the day."

Wade begins stepping off-camera, soon being followed. The camera keeps on his back, as Wade walks along the hallway raising his hand as he begins speaking.

"Alex, looking over everything you said, you were right on some points, very accurate....but in almost everything, you were only half right. Half right is still wrong, but on an actual test, you'd probably get about a fifty-five percent, which is a failing grade. But just being told you've gotten a bad grade isn't enough, right? So lets review everything. Number one: "To try and rid the world of lies by beating up cameramen and physically bullying the TCW management?" I have indeed assaulted cameramen here in TCW, two to be exact. However, I would like to notWadee that I have not physically harmed any member of management so far in my tenure here in Total Championship Wrestling. I have verbally threatened Eve at least once, which if you desire to see it, it is on TCW.com, just as an added note."

Barrett finally stops as he steps next to a door and turns the knob, stepping in. He beckons the cameraman to follow, who does, as it leads to the locker room of the TCW Television Champion. Barrett is seen sitting on a steel chair and staring across the room at his championship belt, which is draped over the back of an unoccupied chair.

"Number two Mr. Riley: "Wade Barrett and the Barrage are nothing but a politician and a campaign! Very similar to the politicians he referenced just minutes ago! Wade Barrett isn't honest! Wade Barrett is a hypocrite!" Alex, I am like a politician to be honest with you. I place my own agenda ahead of others. I don't care who I have to step on to achieve what I want. However....I am not a hypocrite. Ever since I came here to TCW, where I no longer have to hide behind the charade of a man who needs a others to help him defeat anyone but jobbers, I was no longer a hypocrite. I have lied in the past, including when I was here in TCW, that lie being to prove a point home to people. However, Alex, beyond that, I have practiced what I preach. Now on to number three: "Beating him means nothing in the battle of good and evil!" Alex....I have a question for you now. What is good? What is evil? What in your personal views are they? The definition of good, at least in the method you were using it, is "morally excellent." The definition of evil is "morally wrong." Do you see something similar in those definitions? Morals. Everyone has them. And they differ from person to person. So you can speak about good and evil, what you see is righteous, but you will always see people with conflicting views on them."

Wade gets to his feet and walks over to the title and removes it from the chair. He holds it in both his hands and stares down at it as the camera focuses in on the nameplate. Barrett soon releases the grip of his left hand, letting the belt hang in his right in front of the camera.

"Alex, if you want this title, so be it. This is a brass ring that I have no use for. If you conquer me tonight, I will make no false claims about not being ready or fit to compete, nor will I bitch for rematch after rematch. I will take a third loss on my record and move on. However Riley....I will not stop. My Barrage may bore you, but I will not stop here. So Alex, if this title is around your wast next week, so be it. I can win battles and I can lose them, but I will not lose my war."

Wade drops the title belt back on the chair, where the gold of the belt clunks against the steel. Barrett tells the cameraman to stop rolling as he leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. The camera centers back in on the title belt before slowly cutting to black, the first of its many defenses on the horizon.

It was another beautiful day in the neighborhood. Birds chirping, a light breeze rustling the branches of trees, and Derrick Bateman standing in a super hero pose looking like a bad ass. He was in a deep concentration when a squeaky honk interrupts his gaze. The crunch of a tricycle crank brings a smile to an otherwise stoic and thoughtful face as Doink comes into the scene riding with two small ice cream cones in his hands. Big D's insatiable giggle fills the air of the park these two decided to meet in as the clown gets to Derrick Bateman's feet. Doink gets up and wipes the sweat off his forehead with his right forearm before offering up the cone in his left hand to who would be his tag team partner, if only for this next episode of WarZone.

Doink: "Ohh ho ho, Derrick! It's nice to finally be face to face with such a true red, white, and blue such as yourself. Here, please, accept this token of friendship from me. It's vanilla ice cream to represent the classically bland style that is our opponents this week. CM Punk and Antonio Cesaro? I've been watching you crush their dreams week in and week out, Bate... I can't think of a single reason why this week would be any different. They'll no doubt think I'm the weak link in this little chain of ours but, believe you me, if I can carry Alex Riley through a victory than I can hold my own against some of TCW's highest elite."

Bateman: "It's the wise-cracker and the lip smacker. It's the comic and the atomic. The joker and America's real estate broker. The clown and the master of the rub down. Derrick and Doink - Team Double D.We are a tag team that'll go down in the annuls of history. Pfft…annuls…heh…funny word. But no time for that. Cesaro and Punk don't have a clue what we're capable of. You know, they say that workers are more efficient when they know how to relax and enjoy life. I think this is the perfect example of that. We're enjoying this absolutely loverly day, having a good ol' fashioned ice cream social in the park while those two herbs are sitting in a musty old locker room somewhere, mixing whey powder into their drinks or something. We're coming into that match with a clear head, and seeing those two douche nozzles wind themselves into a tizzy and fight with each other is just….just so funny."

The aloof trickster holds his gut with his free hand as he works through a silent but vibrant chortle. Doink takes his first lick and the single scoop of vanilla ice creams plops on his big red boot, splattering with a thud that wiped the self-proclaimed funny man's smile clean off his face. Doink and Derrick stare at one another for a second before laughing aloud. Big D places his foot stop his tricycle handlebars as he begins pulling an endless handkerchief from his pocket. Bateman licks his ice cream as he looks around at the small crowd of bystanders collecting to watch while D tugs and tugs for several seconds. He gets it all out to wipe his shoe clean; unfortunately, he ends up smearing it all over the boot before getting a good wipe that removes the mess. The jester of TWF looks up, noticing the crowd, then dazzles them with a trick. He stretches his now dirty handkerchief out, tugs at its sides, then approaches an attractive young woman before slamming the cloth in his hands and pulling away to reveal a full bouquet of flowers for the lady. Applause even from Bateman as Doink does a curtsy and turns back to his partner. The crowd disperses.

Doink: "So, I've been thinking about something regarding this tag venture of ours. We're both coming off of good victories at the big event last week so our opponents will no doubt want to turn the tide and catch us with our pants down. The size of their egos alone will weigh the ring down enough, so I was thinking it may be a good idea... to shave our heads."

The Mantastic One raises an eyebrow in confusion at the proposition.

Bateman: "Shave our heads, huh? I, uh, don't know how to break it to you but my hair is sorta my thing. Without this bad boy on my dome, I'd be nothing more than…Johnny Curtis."

Both men cringe at the thought.

Doink: "If we don't, my good man, they'll topple the ring like Brock Lesnar and the Big Show. So no ifs, ands, or buts about it!"

A very short moment of awkward silence fills the air before Bateman chimes in with his retort.

Bateman: "But let me think this over. We both do have some magnificent hair. I hue of green really does wonders with your skin tone. And of course, I'm rocking the best bouffant since Burt Reynolds. But this is the TCW series. This is for the top belt in the industry, the TCW World Heavyweight championship. And if we didn't pull out all the stops for the big matches like these, then we must be clowns or someth….Oh. Sorry, dude. Slip of the tongue. So let's break this down like this - I know I can beat Cesaro. Dude's easier to beat than a pre-cracked egg. Seriously, I'm three and oh against him. It's just starting to get sad now. I thought about just letting him win a match, like when you face a little kid at a video game and you let them win just because you don't want to crush their little spirits. That's what it's like. Except I don't really care about crushing his spirit. Everyone knows that the Swiss don't have souls. And Punk is too busy burping up Pepsi to do anything big anymore. Now all he does is look up Karl Marx on Wikipedia and try to start a quote-unquote revolution. You have so many years on him Big D, I know you can Whoopie Cushion his ass. You probably performed at his bar mitzvah, for Pete's sake. You've got Punk's number, I'm telling you. But those two are pretty sneaky. They're not above going for a thumb to the eye or a low blow or a hair pull…..Ah ha! A Hair pull. I see what you're up to now, Doinkmeister. Using your own bag of tricks to cut out their bag of tricks. Ok. Let's give this thing a go."

Doink nods his head in massive approval. He turns around, fumbles with his hands in his pockets and turns back around with a smile from ear to ear and a comically large electric shaver. Good thing he always carries that around.

Doink: "Alright Bateman, here's how we're going to do this. We've got to psych these guys out and make them think we're joining CM Punk's failed cult from two years ago. Their overconfidence will have them over relaxed and under prepared, and this? This could be a bonding experience for us, Bateskee. Okay... so I'm going to get into a football ready position, get all my hair up, and you'll just take it all off the top. Then we'll do you. Sound like a plan?"

Bateman: "Sounds good, hombre."

Doinks turns the shaver on and hands it over to Bateman. Big D gets into position and leans his head forward while pushing all of his green dreadlocks up. In one swift motion Bateman takes it all off. Yarn flips and flops and drapes down to the ground and Doink's face goes a little more white before he cracks a smile. The trickster drops his hands and the hair looks absolutely ridiculous. The cut is about as straight as the Pride parade in San Francisco. This is and of itself makes Derrick both happy and sad at the same time; happy from the laughter he got from how ridiculous Doink looks, but sad from the fact that he might look exactly the same in only a few more moments time. Big D now has the shaver in one hand and pulls a coimically large comb from his pocket with the other hand. Derrick winces as Doink brings the shaver up to his forehead... when the shaver makes a bad clicking sound and stops working just as it touches Derrick's hair. The now disheveled clown looks at his shaver and clicks the on/off button several time to no effect. Doink sighs and looks up.

Doink: "Whelp, I guess you're right... your hair is just... just..."

Bateman returns to his pose.

Bateman: "American. And it never cut and runs."

Doink drops the broken shaver and the now worthless comb before he yanks his head piece off, wig and all. This reveals that he had yet another wig and headpiece underneath. The two men laugh and high five before they begin walking in what it probably the general direction toward the arena.

Doink: "That might have been a waste of time but we sure showed them who's boss, huh?"

Bateman: "Yep. We sure did, chief. We. Suuuuurrre. Did."

The dynamic duo known as Team Double D walk off towards the same beautiful sunset that brought them out into the park today. Fireworks pop off in the distance in beatuiful splendor, maybe from some other celebration that just happen to be happening in the park that day. Or maybe, just maybe, it was meant for them. Maybe it was meant to be an early celebration of a rag tag tag team meant for success. Maybe it's a sign of an upcoming victory for this pairing of miscreants. Maybe it's an intrepid TCW fan showing his support for two hard working, wise cracking individuals. Or maybe they're for some random girl's quinceañera. The world may never know.

Backstage, Seth Rollins was sitting in the locker room, peering at a television that must have been showing the previous segment, the was now airing an advertisement for Total Championship Wrestling's next pay-per-view. Rollins had been watching this, all while taping his wrists and hands in preparation for his debut match, which was coming up shortly. Rollins ripped the tape with his teeth and placed the tape down firmly. He began punching his hands, testing to see if he'd done a good enough job taping his hands. Rollins stood up and began shaking his arms and legs, trying to calm himself. Rollins headed for the door, but before he could even get his hand on the handle, the door flung open and TCW's resident backstage interviewer, Todd Grisham, stood there with a microphone and a camera man.

Todd Grisham:Hello, mister Rollins. I've been given the word to give you an interview to talk about Daniel Bryan's trash talking earlier, is that okay with you?

Seth Rollins:Uh, trash talking?

Rollins looked confused. He obviously hadn't been paying attention to Daniel Bryan, who had run him down earlier. Grisham shook his head, before leading Rollins out the door and down the hall. Grisham lead him out another door and headed towards a giant truck with the TCW logo plastered on the side. Grisham knocked twice, before someone opened the door. There was a bit of chatter between Grisham and the man, who promptly waved him in the door. Rollins followed, as the camera man stayed behind and lit up a smoke.

Todd Grisham:Take a seat here, Seth.

Rollins sat down, placed in front of a screen. Grisham nodded to the gentleman who had let them in. He pushed a button and the screen in front of Rollins lit up, showing the segment of Daniel Bryan rambling about his opponents earlier. A few moments passed and the segment came to an end. Grisham thanked the man, who let them out of the truck. Now that Rollins was up to speed, they began walking back inside, chatting briefly about how the interview was going to go as they headed towards the interview area.

Camera Man:You guys ready? We're live in five, four, three...

He signaled the last two numbers as the red light on top of the camera lit up, and Grisham and Rollins went in to work mode.

Todd Grisham:Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time is the man who will be wrestling his first match in TCW tonight in a triple threat against Daniel Bryan and Chris Jericho, Seth Rollins.

The arena had slowly began booing before Grisham had even finished his introduction. The camera slowly zoomed out and showed Rollins' face. He had a smug grin on his face as Grisham prepared to speak again.

Todd Grisham:Seth Rollins, earlier tonight Daniel Bryan had a few words to say about you, do you have any opinion on what he said?

Grisham placed the microphone in front of Rollins, who stared at first. He looked back at Grisham before snatching the microphone and pushing Grisham out of the picture. Rollins took center stage, and began to speak.

Seth Rollins:Daniel Bryan, you can talk all you like about what you think you're going to do to me tonight, but the fact of the matter is, if you're going to talk crap, you better be damn prepared to back it up. Tonight, three men are going to enter that ring and only one is going to stand tall, and I can guarantee you that man will be me. Regardless of whether I have to put down you or Jericho, my hand will be raised and I will move on, just like that. There's no ifs, ands, buts or maybes about it. I am walking out of Atlanta tonight, undefeated. And there's not a thing you, Jericho or these damn people can change about that. I am Seth Rollins, and you are just another statistic in the Age of Rollins!

Rollins shoves the microphone back at Grisham and walks off, as the cameras fade out.

An ambulance pulled into the back of the arena, sirens blazing. Footage was picked up from surveillance cameras placed throughout the arena, and when the ambulance raced out of the range of one, it was picked up by another camera. Finally, the ambulance pulled up to a large group of people and stopped, opening its backdoor as two paramedics flew out at lightning speed and ran to the aid of a fallen man at the floor. Finally, a TCW cameraman was on the scene, and the camera feed went through his lens and the man on the floor was revealed to be Arn Anderson, unconscious and battered.

The paramedics made sure his neck was straightened in the case of a broken neck, and then lifted him from a gurney to a stretcher. There was suddenly a bustle through the bystanders, followed by Ric Flair pushing out of the crowd of people. The paramedics let Ric talk to Arn Anderson, as they knew as well as anyone how long the two of them had been friends. The Nature Boy was in tears, seeing his old friend broken like this, and as the stretcher was lifted into the ambulance, Ric Flair wheeled around and began marching off with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Ambrose! You *bleep*ing coward! You want a fight? Come and get one! I got fight right here for you!"

But Alex Riley was on Flair in a matter of seconds, holding him out of the 'Wrestler' section. Flair would have none of it, as he used all his strength to push Riley backwards, before Riley gained his footing and locked Flair in a tight hug, calming him for a second.

"Naitch, calm down. Now's not the time. We'll get him buddy, I promise. We'll get him another night. But tonight, I have the biggest match of my career. I can't handle losing you as well. Just, please, Ric. As a matter of fact, ride with Arn to the hospital. I need to make sure you're not in the vicinity. Dean will be out for you too. Just, please..."

The two of them walked back to the ambulance as Arn Anderson was further assessed. Ric explained he would be going with, and the paramedics obliged. But first, Ric turned to Alex.

"Listen A-Ry. You were right to calm me down. Beating that little bitch to a pulp in his locker room wouldn't accomplish anything. It's gotta be on our terms. Ambrose wants me to come after him, it'd prove that he was in control. And even if I hurt him, it'd do nothing. Kid, *He poked his finger hard into Riley's chest.* you got to beat him where it matters, in between those ropes. You have to prove to him, and more importantly to yourself, that you are the best in this damned business. And only then will Dean Ambrose be put in his place. Only then will Dean Ambrose finally know that you're the better man!"

Alex Riley had tears welled up in his eyes as Ric Flair delivered these strong words. In short time, the two of them had become truly close. Ric Flair believed in Alex Riley. He knew he could win the TV Title. He knew he could climb the ladder, rung by rung, and become the face of the whole industry. Ric Flair knew what Alex was capable of. And, true to the story of every student and teacher, Alex Riley knew that Ric was right.

Ric Flair climbed into the back of the ambulance as the doors shut, and the vehicle peeled off. Riley was left to fester in his hatred for Ambrose, his worry for Layla, and his eagerness to fight for the title tonight.

The camera zooms in on Edge walking backstage. the fans cheer until he walks through the exit of the arena. The fans get angry and boo Edge

Suddenly, in the arena, Metalingus by Alter Bridge plays which gets the fans pumped and cheering but still, no sign of Edge.

Edge: Where am i? Am i under the ring? no. Am i on the rafters? no. so where am i? does Brock Lesnar know? Does Dolph Ziggler know? Does The Rock know? Or does Trent Barretta know? NO THEY DONT!

Edge Suddenly comes out from backstage and walks into the ring

Edge: In my Fatal 5 Way match tonight, you need to know where everyone is. you need to know how to win. you need to know how to survive. Lesnar... your a monster, the next big thing... but i beat you in my debut match... The Rock... The brahama Bull.... The Great One... The peoples Champ... This is your TCW debut match and honestly... it will probably be your last! Dolph Ziggler... the show off... At the PPV the only thing you showed off was the splinters in your back after i speared you through a table!

The fans cheer and applaud Edge

Edge: And Trent Barretta.... well.... i cant say much about you really... i only pay attention to talent... like CM Punk, or Wade Barrett... heck i even pay attention to Doink The Clown... the point is... your nothing, just a worthless piece of shit.

The fans boo and Cheer Edge

Edge: Ive been Wrestling for longer than all of you. yeh Rock started before me but left for how long? he should have spent more time fighting less time possing infront of a camera! Lesnar... despite your UFC career, what have you accomplished? Super-Plexing a 500 pound man and breaking the ring? Infact, if you were 500 pounds bigger, you could be the next Fat Bastard on Austin Powers

Antonio Cesaro has remained in his locker room since the last time we had seen him in the ring with CM Punk. He did not look pleased as he sat in his chair, leaning backwards into it as his red wrestling boots hit the ground with a loud thud. He pulls his jacket zipper up as he looks around the locker room. Aksana was not sitting beside him for once as she was in another room getting herself prepared to be at ringside with Antonio Cesaro. Antonio Cesaro knows that there is nothing more important than this match tonight, this match tonight will make or break him, it will place him in the championship picture of knocking him right out of it. It is really that simple, there are no two ways around it, Antonio Cesaro has to win tonight, no matter what. All that stands in his way tonight is Derrick Bateman and Doink The Clown. They are the two men that he has to go up against in this tag team contest. Like him they want this extremely badly, properly more than him considering there are a few amount of points on the line. Derrick Bateman wants to imprint his name in TCW and win this match to take one step closer to the championship and Doink The Clown just wants to restart his career, he just wants to make a comeback and be remembered. These are the men that he has to face tonight, and these are the men that he will have topple if he wants any chance of getting near the main championship. Antonio Cesaro was truly the man of the hour as he gets up of his chair, his eye's glance downwards to the wooden table and then turns away and starts to pace around the locker room, his mind was racing, his head was spinning, for once he was nervous about this match, so much to be won and so much to be lost.

Antonio Cesaro: This match is a complete and utter joke, I should have defeated Derrick Bateman before, I had plenty of chances and now I have to face him again. I am getting sick of facing him, I am getting sick of looking at his face, and if I get defeated by him again I might as well just hand in my notice and call it a day. I deserve better than this, I am better than this, everyone knows that I am the best wrestler in this company. These idiotic fans are in for a real showcase tonight; this is going to be the match that steals the show. My opponents are a bit worthy of my time and I will do whatever it takes too knock them both out of the championship picture, CM Punk or not I am going to beat those two.

Antonio Cesaro then smiles to himself as he walks across the locker room, he glances up at the wall as he looks at a dartboard that has been placed up, there are two photographs pinned onto this dartboard, one of Derrick Bateman and the other is of Doink The Clown. Antonio Cesaro walks over to the dartboard as he picks up several darts and then walks backwards and stands facing the dartboard. He looks at the photo of Derrick Bateman and seems to get angry. He still knows so little about this man and yet he has already thrown him aside like he was nothing at all, something that has cost him several matches. To him Derrick Bateman is a nobody that cannot defeat someone like himself, something like that is just not possible it defies all meaning of logic and purpose. He holds onto a dart and then throws it as the dart hits the forehead of Derrick Bateman.

Antonio Cesaro: Derrick Bateman, my arch nemesis. I have no idea what I am meant to do to you; I mean how am I meant to put you down. I have faced you three times and those three times you managed to defeat me, but no more Derrick, you will never get one up over me ever again. You have gained so much attention and momentum over the last several weeks that now people say that I showed fear you. People say that you are the future of this business and that you are something to take note of and watch. In my eyes you have gotten lucky, those three wins over me, they mean nothing. I am still in with a chance and that’s what is driving me on. I see you Derrick as just another boring rookie that has yet to learn his place. You are nothing more than a lucky punk, you are still young, you still have a lot of growing to do in this business and trust me I have been around for a long time, and I know that this business is not kind to goofballs like you. I am disgusted that I have to actually grace the ring with you tonight again but what is done is done and it cannot be changed. You have gotten lucky before, three times, but your luck is over and done with. Your winning days against me are over, tonight I correct all my past mistakes against you, tonight Antonio Cesaro will defeat you.

His eye's shift lightly as he looks on at the next picture on the dartboard. He walks up to the dartboard and then rips the photo of Derrick Bateman off as he then rips it up in his hands and lets the pieces fall from his fingers onto the ground. He then backs up a little bit as he looks over at the photograph of Doink The Clown. This is a man who has done pretty well for himself here, but in his eyes Doink is not championship material. Antonio Cesaro respects Doink for what he used to be, but he does not respect him anymore. Doink is the true challenge tonight. He is the one that he has to keep an eye out. In a heartbeat Doink can pull out a victory and that cannot be allowed. Antonio Cesaro knows he has to stay on his toes, he has never faced Doink and he has no idea what it will take to keep him down. Antonio Cesaro has to keep his wits about him. He has to remain alert tonight, there is no way Doink will simply allow Antonio Cesaro to walk away with the victory andhe is going to put up a fight. Antonio Cesaro then throws the dart as it lands in the face of Doink The Clown.

Antonio Cesaro: Doink, I have to admit you have impressed ever since you have got here, I may not say it all that much but you have even impressed me. You have defeated some very talented superstars here, you have defeated Jeff Hardy, The Undertaker, Dean Ambrose, Dolph Ziggler and Mark Henry, an impressive catalog of superstars to have wins over. Yet there is one thing you have to remember, I won't let you walk out tonight as the winner, I cannot allow it my friendly clown, it is such a cruel twist is it not. There are points on the line here, I know you want them, I know you need them, but they belong to me. I will defeat you and I will take those points.

With that said his eyes would close, he would then throw his last dark as it hits Doink and then he takes a step back, his right hand moves upwards and runs is over his head. He knows what he must do, what must be done to win. This is going to be tough but as he had said this is going to be a match that steals the show, these men will kill one another for the points, but when it all ends and the dust settles it will be Antonio Cesaro alongside CM Punk standing tall, standing as the winners and more importantly Antonio Cesaro will have more points for the TCW series.

{A group of rabble-rousers are standing around in a big circle, outside of an upscale hotel. They all are making pleasant conversation with each other, obviously waiting for someone. Most of them are holding professional looking cameras, some adjusting the lenses by twirling their focus. All of these men and women are either part of the paparazzi, various news companies, blogs, websites, Associated Press, or is an independent looking to snap the best photo and sell it off to the highest bidder. The person inside of the hotel must be a pretty big deal for this kind of crowd to gather. There's no telling who this influential figure is. There's absolutely no indication of who this could be. Not a graphic header or a maroon colored name at the top of this post. None of that.

Through the revolving doors of the hotel came a man in a full suit pulling his luggage on wheels behind him. The crowd of paparazzo spring into action, panicking and rushing around the man. A barrage of flashes go off, prompting the gentleman of focus to put his free hand over the eyes as he proceeded. The crowd is yelling out the starting words of their own individual questions, none of them able to finish their sentence. The attention-grabbing man gets to his waiting car, rests his luggage upright and turns around to his adoring public. The flash bulbs go off at an even faster rate than before, the lights revealing that the mystery man is the one and only TCW super-ultra-megastar, Derrick Bateman. His recent claim to become TCW's President has apparently set off a firestorm of attention. His well tailored outfit is adorned with a comically oversized American flag pin on his chest, taking up about half of the shirt. The crowd continues yelling out questions, but Bateman ignores them and simply addressed all of them.

"Hello there, my fellow Americans," The Mantastic One quipped to the crowd. "I know you all have many questions for me, but sadly, I have to get to the arena. So I'll just take a few quick questions…" Before he can finish his sentence, the rabid photogs start their yelling again. All topics are being yelled over each other. Derrick points at one of the many and the rest hush up to hear what question is worthy of being picked out by the great Derrick Bateman.

"Sir, what do you think your chances are against Cesaro and CM Punk tonight?" the blonde haired, skinny paparazzi timidly asks.

"Well, I would say that it's pretty good. You know, I'll try not to use too much hyperbole here but me and Doink make the bestest, greatest, most amazingest team of all time so it might make it trickier for them pull out a win. Nothing against my opponents tonight, I mean, I would never want to slander them…but they are both poopie faced, jerk pants with more cooties than Missy Hyatt. See, if you look back at my record, I am currently undefeated against Mr. Cesaro. That's because of my foreign policy. Simply put, it is better than that of my opponent, Mr. Cesaro. And by foreign policy, I mean face punching ability. And stance on that stands for itself. As for Mr. Punk, though I've never pinned him personally, my constituents have and can tell you that it's nothing special. Quite frankly, Mr. Punk's history just doesn't seem fit for politics. He has slept with practically any women that has crossed his path in this business, he constantly talks about this massive change that's just around the corner and never fulfills them, and he is constantly changing his public image to try to appeal to the most people. Actually, he would fit in perfectly in politics. But as an opponent, I don't consider him a real threat. His paint-by-the-numbers skin just isn't intimidating. And not to start any rumors or throw mud, but how many of his tattoos are of flags? Or eagles? Or the youth of America growing up in liberty? I counted. And it's none. I'm not saying he's a communist but, I wouldn't be shocked. And on Election Day, who would you rather vote for? A man who took his entire move set from a Japanese man named KENTA, or a true blue, American original like myself? I'll answer that for you. It's the latter. Me. Derrick. Derrick Bateman."

"Sir, sir, sir!" Another man is yelling just as Bateman wraps up his previous question. The True American Hero points out this second man which prompts him to ask his question. "Sir, can you expand on your relationship with your partner for tonight's match, Doink the Clown? He has had a spotty past at best."

"Now listen," Derrick begins, "I'm not here to protect the character of Doink. Sure, he has had some spotty moments in the past, but who hasn't? Honestly, who hasn't hired a few midget clowns to attack Jerry Lawler at one point in their lives? Hmm? We all go through it. And now, he has seen the error of his ways, reformed, and like any good American, turned to educate and be an idol for the children of this country. And I've been spending time with him in this last week, enjoying the sights and sounds of the heart of America. And we've bonded, really jiving well together and we have no doubt that we will win tonight. We've even established a line of t-shirts, lunch boxes, food trays, sweat shirts, key chains, and comforters branded with our team name "Team Double D." These will help the economy and create new jobs - as well as keep all of our fans fashionable and always rocking their Double Ds. It's a win-win. Actually, a win-win-win if you consider the win we'll have against Representative Cesaro and Congressman Punk later tonight."

"Mr. Bateman, what about your relationship with Justin Bieber?" shouts one more paparazzi from a distance away.

"No more questions. Thank you all and God bless America. I'll see you in the WarZone." Bateman throws up two peace signs on both hands and twists around at all the snapping camera. He slides into the waiting car, keeping his legs closed to avoid a candid crotch shot. Those can be really harmful to your reputation. Especially when you are trying to run an election to be President of TCW.}

The scene opens on the long white and silver coat of The Brian Kendrick swinging around a corner, as Kendrick hastily makes his way through the backstage area. He appears to be heading towards ringside, however he is sharply stopped in his tracks as he turns yet another corner and walks directly into... Once again, Paul Heyman. Kendrick rolls his eyes as Heyman beams at him broadly, clearly unable to contain his joy at something or other. Kendrick lets out a deep sigh, knowing that he’s almost certainly going to be on the receiving end of yet more Paul Heyman schtick, and wishing that it would just be over so that he doesn’t have to deal with it again. Heyman continues staring at him with joy, almost waiting for Kendrick to prompt him that he’s allowed to talk, and Kendrick bemusedly nods for Heyman to tell him what’s making him grin like a cheshire cat.

Kendrick seems somewhat taken aback by the fact that Heyman has (allegedly) followed through on his promise. He begins to smirk, looking down at the ground as his face brightens up considerably upon hearing the news. By now, he’s a smart enough professional wrestler to be able to know when somebody is trying to play games with them, and for his part in all of this, Heyman seems genuine. Admittedly, he’s one of the best game-players in the industry so nobody can ever completely trust him, but if it helps TBK get a win over John Cena in the middle of the ring, in the Main Event? Well it’s probably worth the frustration down the line when it all comes crashing down. Kendrick continues smirking as he lifts his head up to face Heyman, and the two share a look of happiness for a few moments, before it suddenly dawns on The Brian that he still doesn’t actually know who this so-called backup for the evening is. He frowns, which in turn causes Heyman’s smile to be diluted and his expression becomes more neutral.

The Brian Kendrick: You know, I think it’s pretty important that at some point you tell me who the hell this ‘backup’ is meant to be... We’re not exactly seeing completely eye to eye yet, I’m still not convinced I should be trusting you, and you’re telling me you have some kind of backup, but not telling me who it is? Come on, Paul. I’m not stupid, you’re not stupid, if we’re gonna be working together we need some kind of agreement.

Heyman strokes his chin thoughtfully, accepting of Kendrick’s words but he clearly still isn’t completely sure whether or not this seems like a good idea. For some reason. Kendrick looks slightly perturbed at Heyman’s lack of commitment to fairness. His eyebrow crinkles, not totally sure of where to take the conversation from here. If Heyman isn’t prepared to work together with him and let him into all of the information, they’re already at a non-start. Kendrick isn’t the kind of person to be made a fool of.

The Brian Kendrick: Well, we might as well call this entire thing off if you’re not gonna let me be involved in this. I’m not the kind of guy to stand around and let people make a dick of me, if you wanna be involved in my career, you need to let me be in on all of this shit. How do I know this isn’t some huge game you’re playing with me? You could have a whole other guy waiting in the wings to take me out and take my spot, the spot that I earned at the Pay Per View! How do I know that I can trust you if on day one, you’re already playing these silly little mindgames! Either you’re here to help me out or you’re not, make that decision and make it soon, because I’m not putting up with any bullshit.

Heyman is clearly surprised at the power of Kendrick’s words, not expecting him to come at him with such force. He backs away slowly from Kendrick, before scoffing and looking his young potential client up and down from head to toe. His lip curls as he thinks, which of course infuriates Kendrick even more, and he turns to walk away with a shrug. Heyman quickly follows, placing a hand on Kendrick’s shoulder but he realizes his mistake when the youngster turns around with a scowl, causing Heyman to quickly remove his hand from TBK’s person and back away again. Heyman lets out a deep sigh, before finally opening his mouth and speaking in his well known New York drawl.

Paul Heyman: Look, I’m not playing mind games with you, I’m not messing you around or any of that other shit, I’m just playing it safe because even though this guy has agreed to be out there tonight with you, I don’t wanna jynx anything, I don’t wanna *bleep* anything up for you, I don’t want anything playing on your mind, ok? I’ll be there, he’ll be there. I swear on my children’s life that we will be there helping you tonight, but you need to concentrate on one thing, and one thing only... That is beating John Cena in that ring tonight, and picking up those all important series points. If you have your mind tuned into some other station then you’re not gonna be concentrating enough, you won’t win. Cena knows exactly what he’s doing out there and you need to be totally focussed on winning otherwise it isn’t gonna happen for you. Forget about me, forget about your assistance or your bodyguard or whatever you wanna call it, and go out there and win! Without wins, you’re nothin’, I’m nothin’. We’re nothin’ without wins. Just focus.

Kendrick sighs, Heyman’s words burning through his mind at high speed, desperately trying to play his own thoughts against the ones that Heyman has put forward. He slowly shakes his head, before switching to a slow, uncertain nod, conceding that Heyman brings forth a valid point. After a few moments, he shakes Heyman’s hand slowly, before turning away and slowly walking off down the corridor with the tail of his coat following a few feet behind in the gust.